"Are you hurt?"
"No," came the muffled drawl from behind his bedroom door.
"What happened last night? I heard you limping up the stairs."
"You needn't worry."
"Holmes, don't talk nonsense." The door was slammed in my face. "Holmes!" I placed my shoulder against it and shoved. It gave way immediately, and I spilled forward onto the floor.
Lying prostrate and looking up, I saw Holmes sitting atop the bed, grinning from ear to ear and perfectly fine. "I fake a limp rather well, did you notice? It got you here. It's nice to feel worried after, I must say."